I was mean yesterday in one of my posts. I don’t know why I do that, act bristly when what I really feel is vulnerable. A defense, I suppose. It bothers me to be as predictable as a Gilmore Girls episode.
Yesterday I wrote about an old friend who took me out to lunch. I was all bluster and bravado.
After lunch was over I tried to shake him by saying I was going into the girliest housewares store next to the restaurant where we’d eaten. This was to avoid him walking me to my car. We’d already had the awkward, “No, still no,” conversation. But instead of letting me decompress by buying pillows on my own he said he’d go in with me, that he’d been meaning to go to that store too.